Come climb with me to find your soul,
Close your eyes and free your mind,
Of present day troubles and fear and grief,
Let the door of the stairs crack open.

Inside you will find the keys to your soul,
Why you're so sad when you see a bird die,
The fear that you have from a thundering train,
The warmth that you feel when an old person smiles,
And it makes you want to smile back.

The nooks and crannies of each person's soul,
Are the keys to our present day soul.
Climb the stairway with me to visit your soul,
To understand what makes you whole.

Climb the stairway with me,
to discover your soul,
It's been waiting a long time for you.

Pamela Pauley-Perreault

© 1996